Pretty Ruffle Cake
It’s birthday time once again in these parts, this month belongs to the Doodle. Thirteen wonderful years for me, the mother of the cleverest crafter, cook, good attitude gal and joker in the West. She’s the kid who asks, “what’s for dinner tonight?” the moment she walks in from school everyday.
Luckily, “Can I make dinner?” are usually her next words. To which my reply is nearly always “Yes!” Here’s my rendition of the cake she ordered off pinterest:
After making all those ruffles, my forearms were burning like I’d just led a 200 ft. 5.11b rock climbing route.
Here’s Instagram and the Mayfair filter, making everything look better.
I don’t know how else to say it… they grow up SO FAST! Cherish every minute, even the tough ones because sooner that you think they’ll be heading off out the door.